Chapter 89 Shengqing Hall: You're saying this calligraphy is Wei Hou's? [2 Updates]
Soon someone brought up the Four Treasures of the Study and set up a table on the high platform in front of the guest seats.
Lin Xi looked at the girl, clearly displeased: "Since you've said that, I'll give you a chance. Come up and write."
Xiu Yu became an instant sensation.
"It's alright." Ying Zijing placed her hand on her shoulder, signaling her not to move.
He then got up and went upstairs.
Seeing this, the students below the stage became restless.
They all stood up, eager to go on stage and watch, quite excited, their foreheads practically screaming "Let's cause some trouble!"
Jiang Ran calmed his turbulent internal energy, suppressing his agitation: "She hits people so hard, what kind of words could she possibly write?"
Shouldn't we take good care of the hands we use when we write?
"I've never seen it either, but Father Ying must know everything."
"..."
Jiang Ran felt he couldn't refute those words.
Because he has been in a state of self-isolation for some time now.
He had no choice but to patiently look at the stage.
On the other side, Zhong Zhiwan frowned, looking very confused.
She simply couldn't understand why Ying Zijing would still dare to go up after admitting to cheating.
She and Lin Xi were from the same sect, so she naturally knew Lin Xi's temperament.
Lin Xi is usually gentle, but she is very strict when it comes to academic matters, and she has been scolded by Lin Xi several times.
Ying Zijing has run right into Lin Xi this time, and she can forget about ever stepping into the art world again.
Wealthy families often have connections with the art world. After something like this happened, will Mr. Zhong still dote on his adopted daughter who has offended the art world?
Ying Zijing glanced at the inkstone and found that the ink had already been ground for her, which saved her some trouble.
She raised her chin and pointed at the scroll: "How much is this calligraphy worth?"
Lin Xi suppressed his anger: "At least five million, for writing your calligraphy."
Ying Zijin nodded: "Yes, remember it well."
She looked down and picked out a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder.
The viewers watching the live stream were all puzzled.
What does she mean? What does she want Lin Xi to remember?
I don't understand, but she's really daring; that courage deserves applause.
[What courage? You've given up entirely! If you can't write any big characters later, that would be truly embarrassing.]
Lin Xi watched coldly from the sidelines.
Behind him, the principal looked at the head of the arts group: "When was the expulsion discussed? How come I, as the principal, didn't know about it?"
"How could such a small matter trouble you, Principal?" The head of the art group smiled. "Cheating, especially on Master Wei Hou's head, how could he not be expelled?"
The principal frowned: "There must be something more to this."
"Isn't she writing right now?" the art group leader said dismissively. "Principal, you'll see in a bit. She's originally from the county town, what else could she be..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
The live stream chat suddenly stopped.
At that moment, anyone who was watching the platform saw the girl raise her left hand again and grasp another wolf-hair brush.
She used a paperweight to hold down the Xuan paper, took a step back as if observing something, and then bent down.
The next second, both pens moved at the same time.
[...]
[Holy crap, ambidextrous? Is she crazy? Even Lin Xi couldn't do that, and she's only a few years old!]
[Appreciation-seeking! Art is being insulted by people like this!]
[Hey photographer, don't photograph her! Photograph her handwriting! Quick, quick, let us see just how awful her handwriting is!]
[Don't worry, everyone. We'll know what it's like once she finishes writing.]
Zhong Zhiwan shook her head again, even more disappointed.
The left hand is connected to the right brain, and the right hand is connected to the left brain.
Writing with both hands simultaneously, and writing well at that, is extremely difficult.
The brain has a limited number of neurons, and it's impossible to do that without training.
The art masters in the guest seats were also shocked, but they were too far away to see what the girl had written.
In about fifty or sixty seconds, Ying Zijing put down her pen.
"Finished writing?" Lin Xi didn't know what to say, his anger mixed with sarcasm. "The worst thing you can do when writing is to be impatient. You're writing so fast, what can you possibly produce?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and picked up the sheet of Xuan paper.
Looking down like that, his expression froze instantly.
The camera followed Lin Xi closely, clearly magnifying his facial expressions, and even showing the trembling of every muscle.
Lin Xi seems shocked. What did he see?
Is it because it's poorly written?
[We're so curious! Let us see what it says!]
Lin Xi stared at the words on the Xuan paper, his pupils contracting violently, his fingers trembling, he could hardly believe it.
A sheet of Xuan paper was divided into two columns.
One side is in seal script, and the other side is in regular script.
The two brushstrokes are different, and their styles are completely opposite.
The brushstrokes flow like dragons and clouds.
Every stroke is exquisite and profound.
If Lin Xi hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that it was written by a seventeen-year-old high school student.
It still involves using both hands simultaneously.
How is that possible?
Not to mention that the characters are extremely grand, as if a thunderbolt is pouring down from them, creating awe-inspiring power.
This put immense pressure on Lin Xi, who could barely look directly at him for long.
A dozen seconds passed, and he remained standing there, motionless.
The photographer stepped forward, quite surprised, and whispered a reminder: "Mr. Lin, please raise it and aim it at the camera."
While Lin Xi was still in a daze, he unfolded the Xuan paper.
The two calligraphy scrolls were printed on the large screen and were completely exposed to everyone's eyes.
Zhong Zhiwan was smiling and talking to the Minister of Literature and Art when she looked up.
Her smile faltered, and her mind went blank for a moment: "..."
All sounds around seemed to disappear at that moment.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
The comments paused for a few seconds, then suddenly surged.
Holy crap, this handwriting...
To be honest, compared to this, Wei Hou's work really does look like garbage.
[Using both hands simultaneously, writing in two different fonts—that's what you call awesome, right?]
[With such beautiful handwriting, why would someone need to cheat?]
[I'm not being a conspiracy theorist, but I suspect someone switched her handwriting and deliberately framed her for cheating.]
The harsher the mockery was before, the stronger the backlash is now, especially among viewers who have been waiting for a reversal.
I'm sorry, but I really... can't like Lin Xi, the so-called "Boundary Grass," and I even hate him.
[Judging from his attitude just now, wasn't he quite arrogant? Let Lin Xi write one on the spot too. He's 28, right? People at 17 already use both hands, he should at least use both feet, right?]
[Using both hands and feet? That's giving Lin Xi too much credit. You guys are saying Lin Xi sold a piece of calligraphy worth 500,000 yuan when he was 12 years old, but I heard the buyer was his grandfather?]
[Wow, this is the real conspiracy! I just heard Ying Zijing ask Lin Xi how much that "trash" calligraphy was worth, and Lin Xi said five million. So this one she just wrote must be at least ten million, right?]
[Lin Xi is really contradicting himself. To be fair, if he had spoken with the student privately first, and the student remained unrepentant, then it wouldn't have been too late to announce the expulsion. Besides, he's not even a teacher at Qingzhi, is he?]
Because there are many students in both junior and senior high schools, as well as faculty and staff, there are two large screens on either side of the stage.
The large screen was projecting the live stream footage, and the participants were teenagers. The school, keeping up with the times, naturally didn't turn off the live chat.
The comments that had previously mocked Ying Zijin had long since disappeared, replaced by a barrage of sarcastic remarks about Lin Xi's arrogance.
Zhong Zhiwan's mind was still buzzing, and she couldn't hear what the people around her were saying at all.
The color drained from her lips little by little, and her face turned deathly pale.
How could that be?
Could Ying Zijin really have written that?
It's not a scam?
"Mr. Lin, I don't know why you're so certain that Ying cheated by using Master Wei Hou's calligraphy." The principal glanced coldly at the head of the art group. "But now that things are clear, you've insulted her reputation. Shouldn't you apologize to Ying?"
[Oh, I like this principal. He's not the kind who only cares about appearances, nor does he curry favor with those in power.]
Lin Xi should apologize. Fortunately, the girl has a strong mentality. The news about the student who jumped off a building a few days ago was suffocating.
Lin Xi's body stiffened; he was very embarrassed.
But he did not apologize. Instead, he said, "This calligraphy is indeed by Master Wei Hou."
Even if Ying Zijin wrote well, it doesn't prove she didn't steal.
Before the principal could speak again, the president of the Shanghai Arts Association suddenly stood up, astonished: "President Sheng?"
Ying Zijin turned her head to the side.
Just a few meters away, I saw Sheng Qingtang wearing a straw hat and slippers walking towards the guest seats.
The president of the Shanghai Arts Association rushed forward to greet him: "President Sheng, what brings you here?"
In terms of status in the art world, Shengqingtang is definitely one of the top.
Although he has retired from the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, others still respectfully call him Chairman Sheng.
"Come and take a look." Sheng Qingtang waved his hand. "I just happen to be free today."
He would never admit that he wanted to use his old face to take back Doctor Ying's calligraphy.
With such beautiful calligraphy, why participate in any arts festival?
He should frame it and hang it on the wall to see every day.
Do these people understand the essence of that calligraphy?
Pah!
But what did he just hear?
Mr. Sheng was furious.
Lin Xi was also taken aback: "Senior Sheng."
Sheng Qingtang ignored him and pointed to the scroll, saying slowly and deliberately, "You're saying this calligraphy was written by Wei Hou?"
(End of this chapter)
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